I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

76 – Disaster (4)

“Oh, are you abusing slaves?”

“Discipline, not abuse! It’s a different thing.”

Mother smiled and looked at Lilia kindly.

“Why are you hitting a kid who only said the right thing~?”

“What is the right word, flattery?

“Why are you carrying that bad boy all this time?”

The content of the conversation was staggering, as if the story was going back to square one right now, but the voice, on the other hand, was gentle.

“I’d rather trust that child than my daughter.”

“Why~”

“Somehow, Lilia, you look more dignified than you. You look great even though you are still young.”

“It’s too much.”

Fortunately, thanks to the fact that it waggled its tail at the owner diligently earlier, it seems that its mother was relieved to see it. Or maybe it’s simply because of her low trust in her daughter.

If that’s not the case, it could just be a heartwarming joke between family members.

“…By the way, my daughter, hasn’t something been said since you came home?”

“Huh? …Ah, that’s it.”

Lilia stood up hesitantly, and she glanced at me once.

“?”

I wonder if I have something to say, a strangely dissatisfied gaze was fixed on me.

“Now, quickly. Should I say hello when I get home?”

While Lilia hesitated, her mother stretched out her arms to embrace her everything.

Seeing that, Lilia walked towards her with her unstoppable steps as if her strength was draining.

Then Pok went into her arms and wrapped her arms tightly around her.

“Mom, I’m sorry I couldn’t show her face once in three years…”

Having said that, Lilia put her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“Yes, welcome.”

Her I laughed as she shyly rubbed her hair on her shoulder. Mother stroked Lilia’s hair as if she was cute or endearing.

I see, that gaze earlier was not dissatisfaction, but shame.

It must have been a bit embarrassing to be hugged by my mother in front of others.

Honestly, he must think of himself as an adult, but you might think it’s a shame to see him acting cute to others in front of me like this. Even more so if the target is my mother.

Be extravagant too.

I drank the tea with not even a sip left. The flower that had sunk beneath it passed between her lips. I chewed on it and watched her mother and daughter embrace.

It is a sight that makes you happy just by looking at it.

If the fragrance of this flower wafting at the tip of her nose is synonymous with a beautiful and sweet fragrance, then the sight of a mother and daughter hugging each other and celebrating their reunion can be synonymous with a beautiful and heartwarming sight.

To that extent, the emotions between parents and children in mankind are minds that can be shared by all, and the memories created by them decorate life drop by drop.

“No matter how important Master’s will is, sometimes show your face like this. Otherwise, it’s hard for mom to be lonely.”

“…Yes, I will.”

Where else would you find someone to spend the rest of your life with?

A relationship that is far more fundamental and deeper than a couple or friends that are forged later. A relationship from birth to death. That’s what parents and children are.

It would be more correct to say that mother and daughter are close even by general standards.

They don’t shy away from exchanging jokes with each other, but they’re not open-minded enough to be rude.

I chewed the petals carefully. It has something pretty to look at, so I can’t stop writing it. After all, no matter how pretty it is, it is desirable to keep a distance beyond a certain distance.

How beautiful is a harmonious family.

And I’m jealous.

Inferiority rises softly and gently like the scent of a flower.

Hmm, be fragrant.

This emotion is my source.

There is a definite source that other people’s sources are parents, but I don’t have one, so I have no choice but to find it myself.

Since these emotions made me grow and live, I am practically no different from my parents.

I also warmed up my heart by sharing very emotional and unspoken exchanges with my parents.

“Oh, Mom, let go now…”

“No. Let’s stay like this a little longer.”

While she was chewing on a flower that was so bitter, her mother and daughter were still sending blessings for her safe return, sharing a warm hug.

Once upon a time, I also had someone to say hello to when I came home like that, although of course it was a friend, not a family member.

Thinking that way made my jealousy subside a bit.

**

“Is this Lillia’s room?”

“…Your title is off? And who wants to come in?”

“Aha, this is the master’s room.”

I regretted picking up the concept of ponying up a little. While in this house, I have to use respectful words for Lilia all the time, and I have to call her by the shameful ‘Master’.

Still, even with respectful words, I can use verbal violence enough, and thinking about the title of master, it seemed like it could only be sarcastic.

“I don’t have a lot of luggage. So I quickly unpacked and came to meet the owner.”

Even though I’m Lilia’s squire, I was given a guest room, as if they didn’t sleep in one room.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter if it’s the same room as mine.”

“I care. Look at my bed. It’s too small for two people.”

“…That’s right.”

It was a bed I had been using since I was little, and it looked even smaller, perhaps because it was for women. Even so, it is difficult for the two of them to lie down there.

“But why do you assume that the two of you are going to sleep? I’m not going to sleep today?”

“I don’t sleep today, but I won’t sleep later. We’re not going to stay here for a day or two.”

Lilia naturally accepted my playful words. Oh no fun

“During my stay, I will talk face-to-face with the president about countermeasures against Morbe. Of course, I will stay longer than I usually stay in the city.”

“Is there any other reason?”

“Ugh… I just wanted to stay longer while seeing my mother’s face. What!”

This is why I didn’t want to come back to my hometown, I said, leaving Lilia behind as I looked around her room.

The room was clean without mold or dust, even though the room was empty for a long time. Magic books and various crafting items piled up like a mountain. There was a feeling of use in all of them.

It was a room filled with time, effort, and mother’s love and sincerity.

It gives you an idea of how she grew up here. It’s understandable when Lilia says she didn’t want to come to her hometown.

I came to such a place of love, so it’s no wonder I don’t want to leave.

Compared to hers, my room looked like a corner of a dorm room, clean and organized without a sense of life. Even if it’s a guest room, it’s a little affectionate.

I know why. It is because the identity of the guest room is the room her father used to use.

You can feel the resentment of this mother and daughter who tried to get rid of any traces of him in the way they were managed without any trace of a person living there.

Why did you do something stupid like cheating and kick a family member who is full of resentment?

That’s why I have to live an upright and healthy life like I did. Look at this never-before-seen, clean relationship!

“Ha f*ck…”

“Why are you cursing all of a sudden?”

“Just thinking about it made me feel a bit resentful.”

“…What?”

“There is such a thing.”

I sighed and left her room.

“Then change into comfortable clothes and come out.”

“If you just listen, you’ll know you’re the owner of this house.”

“hahahaha, why are you doing that, Master?”

“That’s disgusting, get out of here quickly.”

She accepted the invitation and shut the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, mother.”

After closing the door and taking a few steps, Lillia’s mother, Monia, came into sight.

“I-I’m sorry. I just became interested in the owner’s room…”

“You didn’t do anything unwholesome, did you?”

“Yes, yes?”

“Ahahahaha! I’m kidding. I’m kidding! I know Lillia’s taste, but I can’t be that way.”

My mother laughed and slapped me on the back several times. It’s natural skinship, but I felt a sense of incongruity somewhere.

“Hmm…”

She must have felt the awkwardness too, as she looked uncomfortably at the hand that had hit me.

“I wonder if it’s still a bit…”

“Yes? What is it?”

“Ah, ahahahaha! There is such a thing, such a thing.”

She put her hand gently on her shoulder and gave it a few strokes.

“Isn’t it a lot of trouble taking care of our naughty daughter every day?”

“hahahaha, it’s hard work. I don’t feel anything like that while serving my master.”

“He is also true. In times like this, you just have to be honest.”

It’s real.

Lilia does the hard work, not me. It’s more of a relationship with her where she takes care of her me than I take care of her in the first place.

I wasn’t confident enough to explain this paradoxical master-servant relationship, so I just said I wasn’t struggling. It’s not a lie, so it’s okay.

“So, can I use you for a moment while Lillia gets changed?”

“Ah, yes. Of course. Please feel free to write. I am particularly confident when it comes to hard work!”

“You have a lot of confidence in a strange place… What kind of strength do you have with those slender arms? Just follow me for a while.”

It’s true.

I even explained that I’m a monster, but you don’t believe me.

I’ll have to demonstrate this one later.

With that feeling of her in mind, I followed her.

“Please hang out with my hobbies for a while.”

**

I could feel my breath.

A lukewarm, tickling, person’s breath touched his flesh. It touched and disappeared like a leaf swaying in the wind.

My mother held my hand and brought it close to her face, and she was breathing in.

She brought me to her attic, sprayed her liquid from her bottle, and thus began to smell her scent.

“Mmm, nice.”

I stared blankly at her for a while at her embarrassing situation.

“As expected.”

Mother said that and smiled. It was a bright smile, but like when she patted my back earlier, I felt something out of place.

“What is this…”

“Don’t you know if you have a nose? Perfume. I like to make perfume.”

It definitely smells good. It was a fresh and sweet scent with a hint of citrus.

It wasn’t my taste, but the good scent didn’t change. I like a little more woody and heavy scent.

“You don’t look like a child too much, so I tried spraying a little bit of boyish scent.”

After saying that, my mother circled my body and she put incense on me several more times.

“All right. Take a look.”

Listening to her, I spun around. Seeing that, Mother laughed. Was there anything that would make you happy in this act? I’m not sure.

“Ah, after all, a child is a child. Whatever he does is cute.”

I guess I must have laughed out loud. I gratefully accepted her compliment, and I also shared her expression with her. I mean you laughed

“Would you like to turn around a bit more? Run around me a little bit.”

Listening to her this time, I circled around her. Riding the wind created by people, the fragrance created by people leaves.

My mother smiled again and looked at me happily.

“I did.”

“Okay, well done.”

Then he stroked my hair a little. My bangs were shaking and my eyes itched. So I blinked my eyes.

“…Did you say you were hurt by a devil worshiper?”

“Yes.”

“To this little boy… The world is free…”

Gradually, the hand stroking her hair intensified.

“It would be nice if all demons and devil worshipers would be gone…”

She had pity for me, but she hated me.

It may not have been intentional, but it ended up like that.

It was a very new experience.

If it turns out that I’m a devil, will her favor disappear?

My mother is still rejecting me.

The awkward courtesy he is forcibly squeezing right now is proof of that.

A man is a man even if he is less grown up. The repulsion that has stuck like trauma can’t go anywhere.

But the moment my identity is revealed, where will this sympathy and favor sent while overcoming the rejection of being a man go?

What if it turns out that Lilia risked her life for me and that she is in danger of dying because of me?

At least, it was certain that it would be more than the hatred he received just because he was a man.

Still, it doesn’t matter if you hide it well.

With such a hopeless thought, I quietly closed my eyes and accepted the hand.

I thought this was motherhood.

**

“So… Where are we going…?”

“You said Asphodel, Wiz.”

Two girls were walking in the woods.

The bag I was carrying was too big for a picnic, and too small for a trip. It was like the burden of a runaway teenager.

“Sorry… I forgot… Why are we going there…?”

“hahahaha Wiz… Why is your memory so bad? Well, that’s lovely too!”

A girl with red hair roughly stroked the hair of a girl called Wiz.

After stroking her soft hair until it was frizzy, she said confidently, banging her chest.

“The first is that this body wants to go!”

With that bold look, I could feel the ambition even for an adult who has yet to shed his youthful t-shirt.

“Second, you have to hear there’s a devil!”

“Ah… That time… A strange man wearing a hood…”

“Yes he is!”

The red-haired girl straightened her spear and looked straight ahead of her.

The setting sun cast a shadow over the forest, spreading a rather beautiful scarlet color.

“No matter how much we run away, we are warriors!”

“Still… A candidate…”

“Oh that’s it!”

“It’s different…”

She raised her spear cheerfully.

“Anyway, we have a duty to protect people!”

Wiz thought quietly as she followed her spirited figure with her eyes.

I must be homeless again today.

Why did these two people, the final weapons of mankind, be treated like this?

He let out a deep sigh and quietly looked around to see where the dry branches were.